Chapter 20
20
The kiss Jack pulls me into is nothing like the reverent way he touched me last night or even the gentle way he held me when he first came on to the bus. No, this kiss is a claim, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
When he finally pulls away, both our chests are heaving and the gravity of the situation sinks in. Jack called me his. His . Sixteen-year-old me would be dancing around her room right now, squealing for joy. Never in a million years did I expect to be claimed by this larger-than-life man.
“You are mine, Ellie. Something bad happens, you tell me. Something good happens, you tell. Something sad, something funny, something boring—”
“I tell you?” I cut him off, teasingly.
“Yes, smart ass. You tell me. I never want to hear something important about you from someone else again.”
“Does that mean you’re mine, too? ”
“I think I’ve been yours way longer than either of us realizes. But yes, I’m yours.”
I want to melt into his confession, but my anxious brain can’t let any uncertainty lie. “For how long?”
As he answers, Jack’s eyes meet mine. “I’m not going to lie and say I’ve got our picket fence life planned out and ready to go. The truth is, I don’t know what’s next for me, for you, for anything. But I know I want you. This thing between us feels right, and I want to see where it goes.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I want to tell him that it feels like there is an expiration date on this. That once the tour is over and I get a job and he’ll get bored. I saw it with my dad when he was between tours. When you’re used to the rock star lifestyle, normal gets old fast.
I push those thoughts aside, not wanting to face that reality right now. Leave that to the ill-fated future Ellie. I want to stay in our tour bubble for as long as I can. No real jobs, no best friends, no paps camped outside his front door. Just the two of us enjoying each other holed up on the bus. Speaking of, “your brothers could come on at any moment,” I tell him as he kisses over the hickey left me yesterday, humming in approval at its existence.
When I think he isn’t going to respond, he stands, lifting me with him as he trudges toward my room. Hands on my ass as my legs wrap around his waist, he kneads my cheeks as he walks. Once inside the room, he drops me on the bed with a bounce and locks the door behind him.
Staring at me from across the room, Jack yanks his shirt over his head before his fingers fumbled with his belt.
“Baby, this isn’t going to be as soft as last night. My reign on my control is tenuous at best. If you don’t want your clothes ripped, I suggest you take them off, quickly.”
His comment breaks my perusal of the tattoos that decorate his chest. I’ve seen them in pictures and caught a glimpse in his dressing room, but this is my first time seeing them up close. I want to trace the lines of ink that decorate his body, but there will be time for that later. As he steps out of his jeans and boxers, I pull off my tank and shorts.
As soon as the fabric leaves my body, Jack is on me. He takes my lips in another punishing kiss as his calloused hands run down my body. When he tweaks my nipples, I let out a squeak of surprise that morphs into a moan as the pain mingles with pleasure.
My hand travels the expanse of his chest, relishing in each of his strong muscles. I want more time to explore him, but right now the thread of need between us is so taut, it could snap at any moment.
He groans when I reach between us and grip his impressive member. I pant at the thought of his girth stretching me as I pump up and down. He only lets me play for a few moments until he distracts me with ministrations of his own.
When his fingers slide against my wet center, he curses. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me you want this. I don’t think I can hold off much longer. Tell me I can have you. Tell me I can claim this body as mine.”
“Yesssss,” I hiss as he toys with my clit.
He uses the wetness he gathered to coat his cock before tapping it against me. He’s about to slip the tip in when he stops abruptly. “Condom.”
“In the nightstand,” I answer.
“I don’t know if I hate the thought that you are prepared for spontaneous sex or that Lainey is.”
I laugh because yes, the stash is Lainey’s. Now is not the time to discuss that, though.
“We don’t have to use them. I’m clean,” I confess. “It’s been a while since I was with anyone, but I’m on the pill.”
Jack appears tempted by the proposition of taking me bare, but grabs a condom from the drawer, anyway. He kisses me deeply as he slides it on. “I trust you. And I’m clean, too. But I’d sleep better if you saw my results for yourself. Plus, I’m so turned on, I could use the help to not come the moment I get inside you.”
A thrill runs through me at his admission. He takes my nod as confirmation to continue. Lining up with my center, he again rubs his length against my folds before positioning his tip at my entrance. He said he wasn’t going to be soft, but the way he teases me to ensure I’m ready for him says differently.
When I’m writhing underneath him near begging for relief, he slowly pushes inside inch by inch. The stretch is glorious. Once he is fully seated, he presses our foreheads together and sucks in a deep breath, pausing to give me time to adjust.
“So fucking tight,” he grits. Groaning when my walls clench around him. “Don’t do that, baby. I’ll never last.”
“Who says that’s a bad thing?” I whisper, doing it again. The way is body tenses above me turning me on as much as everything else. I’m desperate to make him feel good. “You made me come yesterday. And truthfully, it won’t take me long to get there again.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Yesterday was a warm up compared to the orgasms I plan to pull out of you.” As if to punctuate his statement, he pulls out and glides back into me faster than before. My entire body lights with the motion.
“Yes. More.”
With my encouragement, he gradually picks up his pace. Beside my head, his arms are taut, holding him above me as I squirm below.
“You feel so good, Ellie. You sweet cunt keeps trying to pull me in deeper. You’re taking me so well.” One of his hands reaches behind us and hikes my leg higher, changing the angle of his thrusts. From this new position, he’s hitting a spot that sets my nerve endings on fire .
“Jack,” I pant, breath knocked out of me from the force of him.
“I know, baby,” he coos. “Let go. Let the pleasure overwhelm you. Your pussy was made to come on this cock.”
I watch the strain of his features as he staves off his own orgasm. Every slide of his cock against my walls brings me closer to my peak. Leaning down, Jack nips at my ear, begging me to come for him as the hand holding up my ass grasps me tighter. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m coming apart around him.
My orgasm unlocking his own, Jack fucks me through it before finding his release. Collapsing on top of me, I revel in the weight of him above me as we catch our breath. His warm skin covers mine and I sink into the feel of him. He’s like a living weighted blanket.
When his heart rate slows, Jack rolls off me, kissing my temple. After disposing of the condom, he slides into bed beside me and pulls me into him. We lay in contented silence for several minutes before he breaks it. “It’s never felt like that.”
I can’t help but smile into his chest. “Same,” I murmur against his skin.
His deft fingers stroke my hair as he hums in contentment. “I meant everything I said. You’re mine, Wildflower. I’m not letting you go. Not after that.”
“Okay,” I whisper, causing him to chuckle.
“Go to sleep, baby.” And I do to the sound of his heartbeat, pacified by the motion of his hands running through my hair. It’s the most peaceful sleep I’ve ever had.